Poems by Cesare Pavese
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Nocturne
... with the great hill and the clearness of the sky: ...
Deola's Return
... alone, in the middle of the street, listening for an echo ...
Alter-Ego
... was not big enough for a single one of his glances ...
Atlantic Oil
... and he’ll drink wine pressed on fall evenings from his own grapes ...
Words from Confinement
... We took pleasure in the color of fish and the glisten ...
The Cats Will Know
... You’ll answer with words&mdash ...
Sad Wine (II)
... Three sips and the impulse returns to sit thinking alone ...
Deola Thinking
... s easier. Like the gentleman yesterday, who woke her up early, ...
Passion for Solitude
... which accept them as a matter of course: a murmur of silence ...
The Country Whore
... is the same that it was when it thrilled in discovery ...
Smokers of Paper
... I’ve seen this expression before, one evening, just us ...
Sad Wine (I)
... It’s a fine fact that whenever I sit in a tavern corner ...
“And then we cowards”
... on the path by the river&mdash ...
Affairs
... s unhappy. The crickets were singing all night, and the stars ...
Ancestors
... that this one lent a hand to the other, who'd gone broke ...
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